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			Chinois faces, to arms we sleep 
Gaslight ages presume a mortal thief 
Unstrung the feathers on waxing soon 
For everyone pitching back 
Tout le monde, it's just like that 
I'm fancy free on Eerie street 
Guess you're with me 
 
Sure, we're gonna make it alone 
No one can break us and own 
This sullen pair, the dagger queer 
The opry bests, the vested gears 
Since ghosts tend to wait on home to do their bleeding 
 
Chanois faces, with cast aglow 
Stake the races that roll pure dynamos 
Servile like potters, the vanquished boast 
Of everyone that's carried back 
Tout le monde, it's just like that! 
There's no appeal, no deco zeal 
No grand design 
 
Sure, we're gonna make it alone 
No one can break us and own 
A purse that flows, and failing east 
It's you that knows this moving feast 
Skyward, look for what's left 
Friends recess, fresh heirs disown 
 
Gaslight at home, where there's a known unknown
	 
		
		 
		 
		
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			WPC: 'Neath the Darkest Eves: The Complete Sessions
			 
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